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You Don’t Love Me Anymore
Meeting my abandoned inner child
So here we are. Standing face to face, again. We are measuring each other, tentatively, curious eyes, frowning when we notice the first similarities, smiling with disbelief when noticing a lot more of them.
She has the greenest eyes you have ever seen, the colour is like the ocean, deep teal changing into emerald as the dancing light reaches it. The colour of the smooth water seconds before the storm.
We look at each other, so familiar, yet so very different.
Her lips start to tremble. She doesn’t say a word, but she is shaking now, she tries not to blink, to stop her tears flowing from her eyes.
It makes me uneasy. I feel nervous, then frustrated, and suddenly a wave of irrational anger washes over me. What now? What’s wrong?
‘What’s going on?’ I ask with forced calmness. The sea is dead in her eyes, and she drowns me in her sadness.
‘If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you. Everything is fine, your life is great, how can you be so ungrateful? Why do you need to ruin everything, always? Why are you sad? Why are you crying? Who hurt you? Are you hurt? Talk to me!’
She looks away. Ashamed and scared. Shrugs again. Looks down. I can hear her teardrops hitting…
